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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. It's her. Him? Him, York reminds himself, as he stares at the crumpled body on the floor. And if he's normally a robot, too, odds are he's never been sick before. Hmm. It must be misery. York considers him for a second, then sighs and moves forward, kneeling down to pick Tarn up.

"Come on, let's get you to the medbay." One arm slips under Tarn's knees, the other just beneath his shoulderblades. Up you go, sicko.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
It is misery. Tarn groans, wiggling just enough to make it difficult to hold onto. In his mind he's thrashing wildly.

The medibay is the last place he wants to be. He holds little trust for anyone in this base and the last thing he needs is someone taking advantage of his weakened state.

"Put me down."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Quit struggling, or I'll drop you. Outside." Where likely no one will come across him until he has hypothermia as well, York thinks, knowing the guard is stretched thin. "You're going into quarantine with the rest."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
York's grip is strong. In this state there isn't much Tarn can do to free himself. He really only has one weapon left. The virus. For the first time since he's arrived here, Tarn is thankful for the absence of his mask.

Turning into York, he angles his face up and spits.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
York flinches as it hits and stops walking, his expression going cold.

"You did not, you little shit."

If anything it just makes him more determined to get Tarn to the damn sickbay, and tie him down there so he can't run around infecting other people. He wipes what he can off the lower part of his face with his shoulder and keeps moving, faster this time.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn's head spins as another round of tremors hits him. His mind is foggy but he's at least able to cast York a smug grin.

"Remember that this was your own doing when you fall ill. I'll bring this base to it's knees with the only weapon that i've been afforded."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you won't. You're not going to move from that bed until you're either dead or cured." He'll make sure of that."You really are a psychopath, aren't you?"

He keeps his grip on Tarn the whole way to the medbay, where he finds a spare bed and calls for restraints. The nearest tech looks at him tiredly but seems to believe York that they're necessary, and rushes to go get them... leaving York to set Tarn down and hold him there with a hand on his chest. With his other hand he reaches for the sanitizer that's on a stand nearby -- it's probably too late, but he can try to wipe his face off.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn snorts. A psychopath? No, no, just ambitious. Tarn's loathing of organics runs deep. He bites his tongue, remaining silent the rest of the walk, only struggling again as they approach the medbay. He isn't surprised at how many people are milling about. Most beds are already occupied, but there are a few towards the back of the medbay that remain empty.

Tarns eyes widen when York asks for restraints. With so little energy, Tarn knows that he must save his strength for when it will really count. There's no point futilely struggling and wasting what little he has saved up.

He allows himself to be laid down, even pinned for a moment, though it does earn York an indignant glare. It isn't until York reaches for the sanitizer, taking his attention off Tarn for a fraction of a second, that he digs deep within himself. Twisting on the cot, Tarn throws himself over the other side and onto the ground. His hands are instantly searching a nearby supply tray for anything to protect himself with.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"--Tarn!"

Unfortunately for Tarn and fortunately for everyone else, this is the flu they're dealing with. The supply tray is full of tissues and vomit tins and hypos of fever reducer. Nothing sharp or heavy. York watches him search it anyway, debating whether to go around or just vault over the cot.

"Tarn, get back in the bed before I knock you unconscious and put you there."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's almost immediately clear that he's made a mistake. Tarn comes up empty in his search for a weapon, but at least he's put some distance between himself and York. The vomit tin in his hand isn't heavy, but Tarn whips it at him none the less.

Just as soon as the tin leaves his hand, Tarn's lunging in the vague direction of the exit. But, that's about as far as he gets before running out of energy, falling to his hands and knees and emptying the meager contents of his stomach all over the medbay floor.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
York catches the tin easily, so that it doesn't hit the poor flu victim in the bed behind him. And then he's tearing after Tarn, a rush that turns out not to be necessary as the other goes down hard and pukes everywhere. Great. He sighs, looking at the now useless tin in his hand and setting it down on another supply tray.

"You done?" Because as soon as he's done puking, York's hauling him back to the bed. The tech has come back with heavy velcro restraints, the style that wrap around the supports on the cot, and is staring at Tarn's vomit puddle in despair.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn pants, trying to catch his breath as he’s hauled back to the bed. The room is spinning, swimming in and out of focus like a processor glitch. The heavy velcro restraints are an unwelcome sight, but he isn’t delusional enough to think that he stands any chance in fighting them in this condition.

As the first strap is secured around his wrist, he looks up at York. mouth set into a thin line.

“Are you satisfied?” His smooth voice is raspy from choking on stomach acid.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I'm also going to make sure someone watches you when I'm not on shift." He checks the restraint the tech put on and deems it too loose, unfastening it to make it even tighter. "You're not going anywhere, you hear me? If you make trouble like this I'll just tell them they should put you in a holding cell."

The odds of Naru listening to him or Ratchet are very slim, but it's worth a shot.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's entirely unnecessary." He slurs. "I don't need anyone to guard me." Mainly he doesn't want a stranger around while he's restrained and offline during recharge. Unfortunately, with the amount of techs milling around that seems unavoidable.

His entire body is wound tightly, quivering and drenched in sweat. York is right about one thing, Tarn isn't going anywhere. Exhaustion grips him, aching right down to his bones.

Another wave of nausea courses through Tarn. He groans, trying to sit up.

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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You threatened to try and infect the whole base. It's obviously necessary." He's not cruel, though, certainly not enough to watch someone choke on their own vomit. A hand slips under Tarn's shoulder to help him pull himself up to sitting, and then he's reaching for and holding a tin beneath his face. He needs to get suited up to start his shift but if he hasn't caught the flu already it'll be a miracle.

"You need an IV and something for the fever."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-05 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn's snappy retort is drowned by a futile bought of dry heaving. He has no choice by to rely on York right now. He hates this. He hates how weak he appears in front of what he perceives as the enemy; reduced to a feeble, feverish entity, strapped to a bed and unable to leave. Any and all power has been viciously stripped from him leaving Tarn feeling raw.

This is a nightmare and he wants to wake up. He can't even push York away and hold the tin himself when his finally expels the last dregs of his stomach contents.

"I'm fine, I don't need an IV." whatever that is. Regardless he's going to be a toddler about it.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-05 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
York grimaces at that -- he's not even wearing gloves -- but puts it aside like he would for anyone else and eases Tarn back down to the cot.

"You really do. Unless this is how you want to die. Look around, Tarn." Because that's what's happening to the majority of these people. They're dying. Maybe they should just... let it happen, with how intent Tarn seems to be on ending all of them, despite being an organic right now himself....... but York just isn't comfortable with that. He sighs, reaching over for a cloth to wipe Tarn's face off. He's less gentle about it than he would be with any of the other patients. "What'll it be?"
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-06 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would York possibly care if Tarn died or not? He turns his face away, staring down the long line of cots, all occupied by the sick.

Truth be told, death is preferable to being stuck in this body. He opens his mouth to tell York to leave, but the word refuses to leave his lips. Surely, there's still much he can learn about this base. Active sabotage of these organics is far better for the Decepticon cause than taking the cowards way out.

Sighing, Tarn lets his head fall back to the cushion. His eyes flick up to York.

"Do it then." His eyes flick up to York. "But first I want to know exactly what an IV is."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a needle we put in a vein in your arm to give you fluids. See that bag hanging, and the tube coming off of it?" He points to the IV of the patient nearest to Tarn. "It doesn't hurt once it's in."
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-07 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
'Fluids' is a rather vague term. He looks at the bag skeptically. It looks innocuous enough, but clear doesn't necessarily mean safe. He doesn't trust it. What if this is all a trick to poison him?

If that were truly the case, surely York would have just left him to die without this mysterious fluid.

"Very well." His tone is quiet and defeated. Between his nerves and the flu, Tarn is a quivering wreck, drawn so tightly that he feels like he might just snap in half.

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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-09 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright, then I'll be right back." Normally, York would try to offer his patient some comfort, but it was Tarn. By his promise he shouldn't be around the maniac at all. By all logic he shouldn't be trying to help him. This one kindness wouldn't change anything.

He hesitates in getting supplies -- maybe they should just let nature take its course.

No. This is no way to die. York's been watching the Cetagandans suffer and die for days now, he can't commit anyone else that fate on purpose. So he grabs the rest of what he needs and goes back to Tarn to start an IV. He just isn't terribly gentle as he raises a vein in Tarn's arm.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-10 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Tarn is half way to sleep by the time York comes back. He jolts back to awareness at the pinch of the IV sliding in.

"A bit of warning next time, if you please. You'd think I was made of block steel the way you handled that."

He grumbles looking at the tube snaking up to the bag of fluids. He waits, still skeptical of possible adverse effects.

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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Aww. I'd say sorry, but I don't actually care." And he hadn't even been rough on purpose. What a wimp.

But the clear liquid in the tube flows downward into Tarn's arm, and nothing happens. Nothing at all. It seems York was telling the truth in that it was harmless.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-19 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarn certainly doesn't feel any worse, but he also doesn't feel any better. With no HUD medical readouts, he isn't sure what it's doing.

He looks down the row of cots, before turning his tired gaze back up at York.

"I'm cold. Find me a blanket."

Tarn shifts in his restraints, trying to get comfortable despite the ache in his bones and the nauseous fury in churning in his stomach.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be easy to say no, to let Tarn suffer for awhile in exchange for being terrible. But York's not a sadist. And Tarn does look pitiful. So he tapes the IV down and waves another medic over to check Tarn's fever and give him a hypo or two, then goes to fetch the blanket. It gets draped over Tarn with about as much care as the IV was placed, which is to say not much at all. No gentle tucking or pillow fluffs here.

"Any other requests?"

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